For the 20th anniversary of Sex and the City—which premiered on HBO on June 6, 1998 and went on to become iconic prestige television—Jezebel is doing a week of posts dedicated to our favorite band of sexual women friends.

Seasons 6A and 6B (smushed together here for your viewing convenience) feature the gang as grown up as we’ll ever see them (until the movies which, please, I cannot get into right now). Carrie considers voyaging to Par-ee with a Ruski; Miranda dates Blair Underwood’s Robert and then confesses her love to (spoiler) Steve; Charlotte lives happily as a married Jew; Samantha gets breast cancer and settles in with Smith, who plays a Viking in a movie (conGRATS!).

When we leave our girls, they are all uniquely changed, both worse and better for wear, having learned six years of valuable lessons about themselves, love, and, above all, friendship. As Carrie opens up her pink bejeweled flip phone—“John” is calling—we can’t help but feel we have been changed, too.

Sometimes it seems the going’s just too rough. And things go wrong no matter what I do. Now and then I feel like life is just too much. But you’ve got the love I need to see me through. It’s all I can do sometimes to keep it together, but I know you got it. It’s real. You got the love. You got the love. You got the love. Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air. I know I can count on you. Sometimes I feel like saying, “Lord, I just don’t care.” But you got the love I need to see me through. You got the love. You got the love. You got the love. You got the love. You got the love. You got the love.